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“Thy sins be forgiven thee.” Matt. 9. 2; Ps. 32. 1, 2

J. Hart                                    C.M.

1
How high a privilege ’tis to know
Our sins are all forgiven;
To bear about this pledge below,
This special grant of heaven!

2
To look on this when sunk in fears,
While each repeated sight,
Like some reviving cordial, cheers,
And makes temptations light!

3
O what is honour, wealth, or mirth,
To this well-grounded peace?
How poor are all the goods of earth,
To such a gift as this!

4
This is a treasure rich indeed,
Which none but Christ can give;
Of this the best of men have need;
This I, the worst, receive.